Lyrics:
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
working that nine-to-five, I was waitin' homie
I was bussin' tables fantasizin' 'bout cakin' homie
Letting them slip away, my dreams wasn't waitin' on me
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Sure the thought can occur to you
My next album
a number
Add it on up to twenty-five
The joke is on you, I'm still fucking alive
Had to drive by with the beat tape up in my mind
And combined with
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
you can try
But she might just pass you by (irresistible chick)
Blame the others, you don't want her
E-V-E's in yo' life
I'm a good girl,
a meeting getting my ass kissed (no homo)
By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh)
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My
my whole career for five years
As if he wasn't taking money from out my advance
I got out by a chance
Them nights was like the Superbowl watching
I'm gettin' sold this dream
I put my trust in wrong places
Cah my heart's too clean
I'm homeless and hopeless
Just my balls and fiends
By hook or by
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
Yeah! Ladies and gentlemen
I wanna thank you for dropping by
You've been listening to
The soundtrack to my life at thirty five
A slice of my mind,
ale ACHTUNG scheibe
Za chvíľu príde ten album jak hajzel
A najebe fakerom do oka vajgel
Znieš jak keby ťa dali vykastrovať
Mal by si to celé zabaliť jak
Still hustlin' at five in the mornin'
These retro Jordan's ain't never walked a mile and I'm knowin'
No matter what they said, heavy the head
Who
everybody
V rape faraón, moje tracky sú pyramídy
Moja duša v tých slovách, to nejsú iba rýmy
Učím sa robiť pekné fotky z týchto negatív
Jediný rapper čo
star chef, aj tak všetkým nikdy nechutí
Ešte nebol žiadny, čo by varil všetkým po chuti
Starý tvoja nechuť ma neznechutí, to zabudni
Fajčím brko v
hesitate aha
Alright tonight
I hold you tight and make you mine
It´s now or never girl
Outside starlight
You’ll be flying high by my side
L O V E
Do you
high by my side
L O V E
Do you wanna ride in my car
I’m saying
L O V E
Do you wanna get down in my car
So if you want it you got it
Don’t let it go
the monkey from off my back
15 cents minus 5 is a dime
Sexy young ladies, let's intertwine
Greg N-i-c-e ran it down the line-line
[ VERSE 2: Preacher
Imma massacre the people imma reprobate
In sixth form, the lines started to connect
Got handed the Mathers LP by an old friend
Shit was a casette,
reason
Spiral tempo like decaying down a full abyss
Inspired by the feeling of the full-a-bliss
Sirens in the back
Desire on the track
Album from the core
write
If I start it tonight
I'll have an album by light
I'm counting on slowing down
Won't give up the fight
They say I spit it too white
When I do what I
indie to that hip hop Ruckus what’s the next groove
I studied Busta Rhymes, Big L, Nas and Mos Def
I’m album dropping like I’m KRS-One I got next
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